A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Hugs to my usual reviewers! I hope you like this chapter. Some things may seem like déjà vu in this chapter but I have tried my best. I hope you like it. (I just want to let you all know that there is meant to be a split when Christian says happy valentines to Ana but my tablet wont let me, so Im letting you know here.)
"What do you plan on doing, Sir?" I ask seductively.
"Oh, Mrs Grey. I think you know by now that I don't give out any details of my plans." He smirks at me. How long has it been since we were last in here? Too long if you ask me. I know he's missed it as much as I have, but he was the one who decided against it for a while.
"Now, Mrs Grey. Strip for me." He orders. Can I do this? I want to please him and satisfy him but...I just...don't feel sexy enough for him right now.
I shrug off my jacket and let it fall to the floor but then I freeze up. Am I really enough...? Yes I am. He has given me so many reasons to be enough for him. I suck on a deep breath. It's not like I haven't stripped for him before. He's my husband damn it and I am having his child!
I regain my composure and slide out of my shoes, thankful that I wore stockings. I lift my gaze to Christian. He's leaning against the post on the bed, running his index finger along his bottom lip, his eyes burning into me, watching my every move.
I unbutton my silk blouse and let that float to the floor to join my jacket, revealing my black bra to him. Next I slowly undo the zip on the side of my skirt. I'm so glad that at least one of my maternity skirts looks modern and fashionable. It joins the rest of my clothes on the floor.
I am now standing in front of my husband in my matching black, lace panties. His eyes darker with pure lust, as if he wants to devour me. I move over to the small sofa and place one foot onto it and roll my stocking down. Switching to my other foot, I am about to start rolling the other one down when he holds his hand up and strides over to me. He kneels in front of me. His hand softly gliding up my leg to the top of my stocking. He runs his fingers along the top around my leg then he slowly rolls it down. When he drops it on the floor, he keeps hold of my leg and starts kissing my knee, then moving up till his nose reaches the apex of my thigh.
"Mmm...You smell amazing, Ana." He murmurs, inhaling deeply. As embarrassing as this is, I am wet already. Ready for him to take me but I know he will take this slow. He moves to sit on the sofa then his hands are on my hips, pulling me to him. He gently places small kisses on my bump. Just as he kisses near the centre of my bump, Blip kicks.
"You go to sleep. This is mommy and daddies time." He playfully scolds him, making me giggle. He looks up to me and smiles.
"Now. Where was I?" He seductively asks, as he slowly stands tall in front of me, his hands still on my hips.
"Oh yes. I was just... about...too..." He trails off; leaning closer to me and his lips kiss the corners of my mouth. He turns me around, my back to his front, and starts kissing that sweet spot behind my ear. A small moan escapes my lips and Christian holds my head in place, his fingers stroking my chin, pulling my lip from my teeth.
"I'm going to tie you up, baby." He whispers into my ear.
"Yes." I breathe out. We've only just started and I'm panting. Then out of nowhere he slaps my backside.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." He starts to quickly braid my hair. "Now, I want you to go sit on the bed. Go." He orders and I do as he says. I hear him quickly taking his shoes and socks off then padding to the chest of drawers. I lift my eyes up to him and he catches me looking. He raises an eyebrow to me and smirks. He's taken his shirt off and he knew I'd be looking at his finely toned, muscular back. I drop my head down. I wonder what he is planning?
I hear a draw close and his feet padding towards me. My excitement building. My breathing quickening.
"Lay down on your back." He orders and I follow suit. He crawls onto the bed and kneels between my legs, widening them with his knees. He takes my hands and holds them above my head and I can hear and feel the soft leather cuffs he uses to bind me to the bed.
His lips find mine, then down my throat. His hands teasing my nipples making them erect against the soft material of my bra. He kisses the tops of my breasts ever so gently. But even the most gentlest touch is heightened by their sensitivity. In his right hand he holds something metal and moves it down my body and over my bump to my sex. I hear the click of a button and he presses the vibration on to my clitoris. It feels...it feels...
"Christian..." I moan quietly. His left hand continues to massage my breasts as he leans over me, watching me fall apart. He suddenly pulls the vibrator away from me then both his hands pull down my bra cups to free my breasts and hoist them up more. He then slowly glides my panties off my hips and down my legs. His hands gliding back up the trail till I feel his fingers on me...there.
I hear the click of the vibrator again and he moves it all around. I tense when he reaches my backside. We've done that once, yes it felt so good but not now. I need him. He moves it to my clitoris again and through my salty arousal and back up, pressing it against me, making the vibrations more intense.
His mouth is around my left nipple, sucking it harder. His hand still rubbing the vibrator against me. I can feel myself nearing the edge. Ready to jump and float back down.
"Not yet." He murmurs and stops, pulling away from me completely, leaving me hanging. Is he punishing me? Then we he gets off the bed I know he is only taking his jeans off. Panic over. I need to stop jumping to conclusions. He starts crawling up the bed then kisses my bump. I try my best to look at him but it's awkward holding my head up.
"Now. If I remember you are a very rare delicacy which I intend to indulge on." I can feel him smirk against my skin. His hot breath covering my sex. He lays plants kisses from the top of my pubic bone down to my clitoris. His tongue moving all over me, twirling around and around. Sucking and licking. As my breathing quickens more as I start to reach my climax I pull on my restraints and try to arch my back and move my hips, but Christian holds my legs still, not letting me move. It becomes more intense them I come loudly as Christian continues to use his tongue on me.
As I spiral back down Christian is already releasing my wrists, massaging them back to life. Soon I am in his arms kneeling astride him. His left hand is on my lower back, stroking my spine as he aligns himself ready for me to take him. I look down at him, he tugs at the hair band releasing my hair, massaging my scalp and untangling my hair so it flows freely as it covers my shoulders and down my breasts. His eyes are full of love and passion. It's heady. As he slowly helps me take him in I capture his lips. Tasting him. Savouring him. Taking from him as he does to and from me.
He lets out a moan that vibrates through my body down to my groin. He's fully inside me now. As deep as he can go. He holds my head in place, angling it to his needs as his tongue starts to taste me and I can taste my salty arousal. Oh what he does to me.
"Move." He orders, and so I do. With his help of course. Oh it feels so good. To be here in this room where it all started. I wonder what he'll do to me next. I miss the flogger and crop.
Christian leans his head under my chin kissing my neck and chest as our breathing fills the room.
"Come for me Ana." And I do. We fall apart together. Our pace just that slightly bit faster to get us to a higher point ever possible. Christian comes and fills me completely.
He falls down onto his back with me still on top. Both breathless.
A few minutes go by and we are laying side by side just staring at each other.
"What next, sir?" I ask.
"You want more?" He seems surprised by my question. I nod my head slowly.
"Don't bite your lip." He growls.
"I want much more, Christian. I want you to use the crop on me." He seems surprised still. I'm not. Even after two orgasms I want more. I always do with him.
"You're very greedy, Mrs Grey." He smirks.
"With you I am." I lick my bottom lip and that's enough to get him going. He stands from the bed and offers his hand to me. I take it willingly.
As I stand he cups my behind and kisses me.
"Now. Let' get you tied up again. Like before?" I hope he's referring to the first time he used the crop on me.
"Oh yes please, Sir." I purr and he groans in his throat. He leads me over to the cuffs that hang from the grid and he binds my hands once more.
"I think you've seen enough, Mrs Grey." He murmurs then he reaches for the blindfold and covers my eyes. All my other senses are now on full alert. I hear his feet padding around and then he's in front of me again.
"Open." I open my mouth and I can feel and taste the leather crop in my mouth and I suck it. Oh how high will he take me now?
"Happy Valentines, Mrs Grey." Christian says, still breathless.
"Hmm.."
"Tired are we?"
"Hmm..."
"I think bed is a good idea." I can almost hear him smile. He wraps me up in a blanket then I am in his arms. My eyes shut; I'm too tired after all the activity. I think I almost made Christian pass out, but he always manages to gains his posture.
He carries me out of the room and down the stairs to out old bedroom.
"Christian? How are you able to carry me when I'm the size of a whale?"
"You are not the size of a whale, Ana. I could you for my whole life if I had too."
"Ok."
"Go to sleep, baby." He lays me down on the bed and soon he's spooning me. Pulling the cover over us he splays his hands on my bump where Blip kicks.
"I wonder how long he's been awake?" Christian chuckles.
"The moment you un-cuffed me from the grid." I giggle.
"Oh really?" He kisses my cheek. "Sleep." And I do, drifting into a sweet, happy dream of our life together.
The smell of mac and cheese fills my nose. Re-heated mac and cheese. Fluttering my eyes open I see Christian sitting next to me against the head board with a tray on his lap, two bowls filled with food.
"Good evening, Mrs Grey." He smiles at me.
"Hi." I smile back and stretch out from head to toe. I sit up next to him and look out over the busy Seattle below.
"Hungry?" he asks.
"Mmm...yes. Very actually.
"Good. I hope this will be alright." He says then hands me a bowl and fork. I dig in immediately.
We eat in silence. Just taking in the sweet peace after our joyful, exciting afternoon. I wonder why he finally decided to take me in there?
"That was delicious. Thank you." I say and kiss him on the cheek, placing the bowl on the tray.
"Glad you liked it so much. How about we head home?" He asks, a ghost of a smile plays on his lips.
"Are you hiding something?" I raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
"No. Not at all. Just happy to be with you, my beautiful wife." He leans in and kisses my forehead.
"Let's get dressed."
"Ok." I crawl off the bed and head for the bathroom to relieve myself. The cool tiles feel wonderful on my feet.
I dress in record time. 15 minutes is the best I can do at the moment. I won't bother with any makeup.
"Ready to go, Ana?" Christian asks as I walk into the great room from our bedroom.
"Yep. Let's go."
The drive home is silent again. The only sound filling my ears is the sweet voice of a woman singing. Christian has his hand on my knee the whole time, caressing it softly while my hands caress Blip. It's becoming a big hazard now. In the newspapers there are so many pictures of me it's embarrassing.
We arrive at the gates and we go up the drive to the front door. Walking in, the lights are dim. I hear hushed voices coming from the dining room. Walking quietly over to the door I am stopped in my tracks by a loud scream.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Do I dare look in? "I love you so much." It's Gail? Peeking through I notice Taylor getting down on one knee. NO WAY?!
A/N: I hope you liked this one. Next time we go to the playroom I will do better. I'm sorry it wasn't great. Coming down with a cold I think and working so I'm a bit run down. I will try and post as much as I can for you all. Reviews much loved!